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The  Order  for 
Daily  Evening  Prayer 


f  The  Minister  shall  begin  the  Evening  Prayer  by  reading  one  or 
more  of  the  following  sentences  of  Scripture  :  And  then  he  shall 
say  that  which  is  written  after  them.  But  on  days  other  than  the 
Lord's  Day,  he  may,  at  his  discretion,  pass  at  once  from  the 
sentences  to  the  fiord's  Prayer . 


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ET  my  prayer  be  set  forth  in  thy  sight  as  the  incense; 
and  let  the  lifting  up  of  my  hands  be  an  evening 
sacrifice.     Psalm  cxli,  2. 


OUR  Father,  who  art  in  heaven,  Hallowed  be  thy 
Name.  Thy  kingdom  come.  Thy  will  be  done 
on  earth,  As  it  is  in  heaven.  Give  us  this  day  our 
daily  bread.  And  forgive  us  our  trespasses,  As  we  for- 
give those  who  trespass  against  us.  And  lead  us  not 
into  temptation;  But  deliver  us  from  evil:  For  thine  is 
the  kingdom,  and  the  power,  and  the  glory,  for  ever 
and  ever.     Amen. 

V.    O  Lord,  open  thou  our  lips. 

R.    And  our  mouth  shall  show  forth  thy  praise. 

I    Then  all  standing  uf>  the  Minister   <hall  say: 

I '.    Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  to  the  Son,  and  to  the 

Holy  Ghost. 
R.    As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  ever  shall 

be,  world  without  end.     Amen. 
J '.     Praise  ye  the  Lord. 
R.    The  Lord's  name  be  praised. 


r    Then  shall  follow  a  Portion  of  the  Psalms,  as   they   are  appointed, 

or  one  of  the  Selections  as  they  are  set  forth 

by  this  Church. 


Psalm   1  48.—  Laudate  Dominum. 

O  praise  the  Lord  of  heaven:  praise  him  in  the 

height. 

Praise  him,  all  ye  angels  of  his:  praise  him,  all 
his  h6st. 

Praise  him,  sun  and  moon:  praise  him,  all  ye  stars 
and  light. 

Praise  him,  all  ye  heavens:  and  ye  waters  that  are 
above  the  heavens. 

Let  them  praise  the  Name  of  the  Lord:  for  he  spake 
the  w6rd,  and  they  were  made;  he  commanded,  and 
they  were  created. 

He  hath  made  them  fast  for  ever  and  ever:  he  hath 
given  them  a  law  which  shall  not  be  broken. 

Praise  the  Lord  upon  earth:  ye  dragons,  and  all 
dedps; 

Fire  and  hail,  snow  and  vapours:  wind  and  st6rm, 
fulfilling  his  word; 

Mountains  and  all  hills:  fruitful  tre£s  and  all  cedars; 

Beasts  and   all  cattle:   worms   and  feathered  fowls; 

Kings  of  the  earth  and  all  people:  princes  and  all 
judges  off  the  w6rld: 


Y6ung  men  and  maidens,  61d  men  and  children, 
praise  the  Name  of  the  Lord:  for  his  name  6nly  is 
excellent,  and  his  praise  above  heaven  and  earth. 

He  shall  exalt  the  h6rn  of  his  pe6ple;  all  his  saints 
shall  praise  him:  even  the  children  of  /Israel,  even  the 
people  that  serveth  him. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  to  the  Son :  and  to  the 
Holy  Gh6st; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  n6w,  and  ever  shall  be  ; 
w6rld  without  end.     Amen. 


Psalm  149. — CantaU  Domino. 

O  sing  unto  the  Lord  a  new  song :  let  the  congrega- 
tion of  saints  praise  him. 

Let  /Israel  rejoice  in  him  that  made  him:  and  let 
the  children  of  Sion  be  joyful  in  their  King. 

Let  them  praise  his  Name  in  the  dance:  let  them 
sing  praises  unto  him  with  tabret  and  harp. 

For  the  L6rd  hath  pleasure  in  his  people:  and  helpeth 
the  meek-hearted. 

Let  the  saints  be  joyful  with  glory:  let  them  rejoice 
in  their  beds. 

Let  the  praises  of  God  be  in  their  mouth:  and  a  two- 
edged  sword  in  their  hands; 

To  be  avenged  of  the  heathen:  and  to  rebuke  the 
people; 

To  bind  their  kings  in  chains:  and  their  n6bles  with 
links  of  iron. 


That  they  may  be  avdnged  of  them,  as  it  is  written: 
Such  honour  have  all  his  saints. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  to  the  Son:  and  to  the 
Holy  Gh6st; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  n6w,  and  ever  shall  be  ; 
w6rld  without  end.     Amen. 


Psalm    150.  -LaudaU  Ih 


(Hinnutn . 


O  praise  God  in  his  holiness:  praise  him  in  the  fir- 
mament of  his  power. 

Praise  him  in  his  n6ble  acts:  praise  him  acc6rding 
to  his  excellent  greatness. 

Praise  him  in  the  sound  of  the  trumpet:  praise  him 
upon  the  lute  and  h&rp. 

Praise  him  in  the  cymbals  and  dances:  praise  him 
upon  the  strings  and  pipe. 

Praise  him  upon  the  well-tuned  cymbals:  praise  him 
upon  the  loud  cymbals. 

Let  every  thing  that  hath  breath :  praise  the  L6rd. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  to  the  Son :  and  to  the 
Holy  Gh6st; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  n6w,  and  ever  shall  be  ; 
w6rld  without  end.     Amen. 


\    Then  shall  be  read  the  First    Ivbss<>n,  according  to  the 
Table  or  Calendar. 

'ter  which   shall  be  sung  or  said  the  Hvmn  called 
MAOVXFICAT,  as  follourth 


Magnificat. — S".  Luke  i.  46. 

My  soul  doth  magnify  the  L6rd:  and  my  spirit  hath 
rejoiced  in  God  my  Saviour. 

For  he  hath  regarded:  the  16wliness  of  his  hand- 
maiden. 

For  behold,  from  henceforth:  all  generations  shall 
call  me  blessed. 

For  he  that  is  mighty  hath  magnified  me:  and  holy 
is  his  Name. 

And  his  mercy  is  on  them  that  fear  him:  throughout 
all  generations. 

He  hath  shewed  strength  with  his  arm:  he  hath 
scattered  the  proud  in  the  imagination  of  their  hearts. 

He  hath  put  d6wn  the  mighty  from  their  seat:  and 
hath  exalted  the  humble  and  me£k. 

He  hath  filled  the  hungry  with  good  things:  and  the 
rich  he  hath  sent  empty  away. 

He  remembering  his  me>cy  hath  h61pen  his  servant 
Israel:  as  he  pr6mised  to  our  f6refathers,  Abraham  and 
his  seed,  for  ewer. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  to  the  Son :  and  to  the 
Holy  Gh6st; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  n6w,  and  ever  shall  be  ; 
w6rld  without  end.     Amen. 


\    Then  a  Lesson  of  the  New  Testament,  oj  i/  <;  fl^oinW. 

\  And  after  that  shall  be  sung  or  said  the  Hymn  called 

Nunc  Dimittis,  as  followeth  : 


Nunc  Dimittis.— .S.  Luke  it.  29. 

Lord,  now  Attest  thou  thy  servant  depart  in  peace: 
according  to  thy  w6rd. 

For  mine  eyes  have  se£n:  thy  salvation. 

Which  thou  hast  prepared:  before  the  face  of  all 
people; 

To  be  a  light  to  lighten  the  Gentiles:  and  to  be  the 
gl6ry  of  thy  people  Israel. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  to  the  S6n:  and  to  the 
Holy  Gh6st; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  n6w,  and  ever  shall  be; 
w6rld  without  end.     Amen. 


J   Then  shall  be  said  the  Apostles'  Creed  by  the  Minister 
and  the  people,  standing. 


I    BELIEVE  in   God  the  Father  Almighty,  Maker  of 
heaven  and  earth : 

And  in  Jesus  Christ  his  only  Son  our  Lord:  Who 
was  conceived  by  the  Holy  Ghost,  Born  of  the  Virgin 
Mary:  Suffered  under  Pontius  Pilate,  Was  crucified, 
dead,  and  buried:  He  descended  into  hell;  The  third 
day  he  arose  again  from  the  dead:  He  ascended  into 
heaven,  And  sitteth  on  the  right  hand  of  God  the  Father 
Almighty:  From  thence  he  shall  come  to  judge  the 
quick  and  the  dead. 

I  believe  in  the  Holy  Ghost:  the  holy  Catholic  Church: 
the  Communion  of  Saints:  The  Forgiveness  of  sins:  The 
Resurrection  of  the  body:  And  the  Life  everlasting. 
Amen. 

V.  The  Lord  be  with  you. 

R.  And  with  thy  spirit. 

Let  us  pray. 

V.  O  Lord,  show  thy  mercy  upon  us. 

R.  And  grant  us  thy  salvation. 

V.  O  Lord,  save  the  State. 

R.  And  mercifully  hear  us  when  we  call  upon  thee. 

V.  Endue  thy  Ministers  with  righteousness. 

R.  And  make  thy  chosen  people  joyful. 

V.  O  Lord,  save  thy  people. 

R.  And  bless  thine  inheritance. 

V.  Give  peace  in  our  time,  O  Lord. 

R.  For  it  is  thou,  Lord,  only,  that  makest  us 

dwell  in  safety. 

V.  O  God,  make  clean  our  hearts  within  us. 

R.  And  take  not  thy  Holy  Spirit  from  us. 


r,    Then  shall  be  said  the  Collect  for  the  Day,  and  ajter  that 
the  Collects  and  Prayer s  following . 


A  Collect  for  Peace. 

OGOD,  from  whom  all  holy  desires,'  all  good 
counsels,  and  all  just  works  do  proceed;  Give 
unto  thy  servants  that  peace  which  the  world 
cannot  give;  that  our  hearts  may  be  set  to  obey  thy  com- 
mandments, and  also  that  by  thee,  we,  being  defended 
from  the  fear  of  our  enemies,  may  pass  our  time  in  rest 
and  quietness;  through  the  merits  of  Jesus  Christ  our 
Saviour.     Amen. 


A  Collect  for  Aid  Against  Perils. 

LIGHTEN  our  darkness,  we  beseech  thee,  O    Lord; 
and  by  thy  great  mercy  defend  us  from  all  perils 
and  dangers  of  this  night;  for  the  love  of  thy  only 
Son,  our  Saviour,  Jesus  Christ.     Amen. 


"  The  Minister  may  here  end  the  Evening  Prayer  with  such  Ptayer 
or  Prayers,  taken  out  of  this  book,  as  he  shall  think  fit." 


The  Collect  for  the  Annunciation  of  the 
Blessed   Virgin  Mary. 

WE  beseech    Thee,  O    Lord,  pour  Thy    grace   into 
our  hearts  ;  that,  as  we  have  known  the  incar- 
nation of  Thy  Son  Jesus  Christ  by  the  message 
of  an  Angel,  so  by  His  cross  and  passion  we   may    be 
brought   unto   the   glory   of  His   resurrection  ;  through 
the  same  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.     Amen. 


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While   shepherds   watched   their    flocks   by    night, 

All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 

And  glory  shone  around. 

"Fear  not,"  said  he,  for  mighty  dread 

Had  seized  their  troubled  mind; 
"Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
To  you  and  all  mankind. 

"To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day 

Is  born  of  David's  line 
A  Saviour,  Who  is  Christ  the  Lord; 
And  this  shall  be  the  sign: 

"The  heavenly  Babe  you  there  shall  find 
To  human   view   displayed, 
All  meanly  wrapped  in  swathing  bands, 
And  in  a  manger  laid." 

Thus  spake  the  seraph;  and  forthwith 

Appeared  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels  praising  God,  who  thus 

Addressed  their  joyful  song: 

"All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
And  in  the  earth  be  peace; 
Good-will  henceforth  from  heaven  to  men 
Begin  and  never  cease."     Amen. 

Nahum  Tate,  died  1715. 


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Hark!      the    herald-angels    sing 
Glory   to    the   new-born    King, 
Peace    on    earth,    and    mercy    mild, 
God    and    sinners    reconciled. 
Joyful,   all   ye  nations,   rise, 
Join   the   triumph   of  the  skies; 
With  the  angelic  host  proclaim, 
"Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem." 

Hark!     the    herald-angels    sing 
Glory    to    the    new-born    King. 

Christ,    by    highest    heaven    adored, 
Christ,    the    Everlasting    Lord, 
Late    in    time    behold    Him    come, 
Offspring    of    a    Virgin's   womb. 

Charles  Wesley,  died  1788. 


Veiled  in  flesh  the  Godhead  see! 
Hail,    the    Incarnate    Deity! 
Pleased  as  Man  with  man  to  dwell, 
Jesus,   our   Emmanuel. 

Hark!  the  herald-angels  sing,  etc. 

Hail,  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  Peace! 
Hail,   the    Sun   of    Righteousness! 
Light   and   life   to   all    He   brings, 
Risen    with    healing  in    His   wings. 
Mild   He   lays   His  glory   by, 
Born   that   man   no  more  may   die, 
Born   to   raise   the   sons  of   earth, 
Born    to   give   them   second    birth. 

Hark!  the  herald-angels  sing,  etc. 
Amen. 


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See    amid   the    winter's   snow, 
Born  for  us  on  earth  below, 
See    the    tender    Lamb    appears, 
Promised    from    eternal    years. 

CHORUS. 

Hail!  thou  ever  blessed  morn. 
Hail!   Redemption's  happy  dawn. 
Sing  thro'   all  Jerusalem 
Christ  is  born  in   Bethlehem. 

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Lo,  within  a  manger  lies 
He  who  built  the  starry  skies; 
He,   who  throned  in  height  sublime, 
Sits   amid   the   Cherubim! 

Hail!  thou  ever  blessed,  etc. 

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Hail!  thou  ever  blessed,  etc. 

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Lo,  we  saw  a  wondrous  light; 
Angels   singing   peace   on    earth, 
Told  us  of  a   Saviour's  Birth." 
Hail!  thou  ever  blessed,  etc. 

Sacred   Infant,   all   Divine, 
What  a  tender  love  was  Thine; 
Thus  to  come  from  highest  bliss 
Down  to  such  a  world  as  this! 
Hail!  thou  ever  blessed,  etc. 

Teach,  O  teach  us,  Holy  Child 
By  Thy  face  so  meek  and  mild, 
Teach  us  to  resemble  Thee, 
In  Thy  sweet  humility! 

Hail!    thou  ever  blessed,  etc.     Amen. 


Rev.  E.  Ciswall,  died  1878. 


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Glory   to   Thee,   O   Lord, 

Who,    from    this   world   of   sin. 

By  cruel   Herod's  ruthless  sword 
Those   precious   ones    didst   win. 

Baptized    in    their   own    blood, 
Karth's   untried    perils   o'er, 

They  pass'd  unconsciously  the  flood, 
And  safely  gain'd  the  shore. 

Glory  to   Thee   ior   all 

The  ransom'd   infant  band. 

Who  since  that  hour  have  heard  thy 
call, 
And  reach'd  the  quiet  land. 

O    that   our    hearts    within, 

Like  theirs,  were  pure  and  bright; 
O  that  as  free  from  stain  of  sin 

We    shrank    not    from    Thy   sight. 

Lord,    help    us   every    hour 

Thy  cleansing   grace   to  claim; 

In   life  to  glorify  Thy  power, 
In   death  to  praise  Thy  Name. 

Amen. 


Heath. 


R.  Schumann. 


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The  ancient  law  departs 

And  all  its  terrors  cease; 
For  Jesus  makes  with  faithful  hearts 

A  covenant  of  peace. 

The  Light  of  Light  divine, 

True  Brightness  undefiled, 
He  bears  for  us  the  shame  of  sin, 

A  Holy  Spotless  Child. 

His  Infant  Body  now 

Begins  our  pain  to  feel; 
Those  precious  drops  of  Blood  that  flow 

For  death  the  victim  seal. 

To-day  the  Name  is  Thine 
At  which  we  bend  the  knee; 

They  call  Thee  Jesus,  Child  Divine! 
Our  Jesus  deign  to  be. 

All  praise,  Eternal  Son, 

For  Thy  redeeming  love, 
With  Father,  Spirit,  ever  One, 

In  glorious  might  above.     Amen. 


Abbe  Bernault,  died  1736. 

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Jesu,  Name  all  names  above 
Jesu,   best  and   dearest, 

Jesu,  fount  of  perfect  love, 
Holiest,  tenderest,  nearest; 

Jesu,  source  of  grace  completest, 

Jesu  purest,  Jesu  sweetest, 
Jesu,  well  of  power  divine, 


Woe,  that  I  have  turned  aside 

After  fleshly  pleasure! 
Woe,  that  I  have  never  tried 

For  the  heavenly  treasure! 
Treasure,  safe  in  home  supernal; 
Incorruptible,   eternal! 

Treasure  no  less  price  hath  won 


Make  me,  keep  me,  seal  me  Thine!       Than  the  Passion  of  the  Son! 


Jesu,  open  me  the  gate 

That  of  old  he  enter'd, 
Who,  in  that  most  lost  estate, 

Wholly  on   Thee  ventur'd; 
Thou,  Whose  wounds  are  ever  plead- 
ing, 
And  Thy  Passion  interceding, 

From  my  misery  let  me  rise 

To  a  home  in  Paradise! 


Jesu,  crown'd  with  thorns  for  me, 
Scourged  for  my  transgression, 

Witnessing,   through  agony, 
That  Thy  good  confession! 

Jesu,  clad  in  purple  raiment, 

For  my  evils  making  payment; 
Let  not  all  Thy  woe  and  pain, 
Let  not  Calvary  be  in  vain! 


Thou  dist  call  the  prodigal; 

Thou  didst  pardon  Mary; 
Thou  Whose  words  can  never  fall, 

Love  can  never  vary; 
Lord,  to  heal  my  lost  condition 
Give — for     Thou     canst     give — contri- 
tion; 

Thou  canst  pardon  all  my  ill 

If  Thou  wilt;  O  say,  "I  will!" 


When  I  reach  death's  bitter  sea, 
And  its  waves  roll  higher, 

Help  the  more  forsaking  me 
As  the  storm  draws  nigher; 

Jesu,  leave  me  not  to  languish, 

Helpless,  hopeless,  full  of  anguish! 
Tell  me — "Verily  I  say, 
Thou  shalt  be  with  Me  to-day!" 

Amen. 


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No.  7 

Lo,  the  pilgrim  Magi 

At  His  crib  they  worship. 

Leave  their  royal  halls, 

Prostrate  on  the  floor; 

And  with  eager  footsteps 

And  their  God,  there  present, 

Speed  to  Bethlehem's  walls; 

In  that  Babe  adore; 

As  they  onward  journey, 

Let  us  to  that  Infant, 

Faith  which  firmly  rests 

As  their  offspring  true. 

Upon   Hope   unswerving, 

Hearts  with   faith  o'erflowing 

Triumphs  in   their   breasts. 

Give,  our  tribute  due. 

Oh,   what  joys  ecstatic 

Love   for  gold  presenting 

Thrilled  each  heart,  from  far, 

Unto  Christ  our  King; 

When,   to  guide  their  footsteps 

To  the  Man   pure  bodies, 

Gleamed  that  beacon  Star; 

Myrrh-like,  chastely  bring; 

O'er  that  home  so  holy, 

Unto  Him,  as  incense, 

Pouring  down   its  ray, 

Vow  and  prayer  address; 

Where  the  cradled  Infant 

So,  with  meetest  off'rings 

With  His  Mother  lay. 

Him  our  God  confess. 

Costly  pomp  and  pageant 

Glory  to  the  Father, 

Earthly  king's  array; 

Fount  of  Light  alone; 

He,  a  mightier  Monarch, 

Who  unto  the  Gentiles, 

Hath  a  nobler  sway; 

Made  His  glory  known. 

Straw  may  be  His  pallet, 

Equal  praise  and  glory, 

Mean  His  garb  may  be, 

Blessed  Son,  to  Thee, 

Yet  with   power   transcendent 

And  to  Thee,  sweet  Spirit, 

He  all  hearts  can  free. 

Evermore  shall  be.     Amen. 

From  Lauds  in  the  Paris  Breviary  (1736) 

Translated  by  Charles  Coffin,  died  1749. 

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The  strife  is  o'er,  the  battle  done; 

The  victory  of  life  is  won; 

The  song  of  triumph  has  begun. 

Alleluia! 

The  powers  of  death  have  done  their  worst. 
But  Christ  their   legions  hath   dispersed; 
Let  shout  of  holy  joy  outburst. 

Alleluia! 

The  three  sad   days  are  quickly  6ped; 
He  rises  glorious  from  the  dead: 
All  glory  to  our  risen   Head! 

Alleluia! 

He   loosed  the  yawning  gates  of  hell; 
The  bars  from  heaven's  high  portals  fell; 
Let  hymns  of  praise  His  triumphs  tell! 
Alleluia! 

Lord!    by  the  stripes  which  wounded  Thee, 
From  death's  dread  sting  Thy  servants  free, 
That  we  may  live,  and  sing  to  Thee. 

Alleluia!         Amen. 

From  the  Latin.    Unknown  date  and  authorship. 
Translated  by  Rer.  F.  Pott.  1851. 


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Thou  art  gone  up  on  high, 

To  realms  beyond  the  skies; 
And  round   Thy  throne  unceasingly 

The  songs  of  praise   arise; 
But  we  are  lingering  here, 

With  sin  and  care  oppressed; 
Lord,  send  Thy  promised  Comforter, 

And  lead  us  to  Thy  rest. 

Thou  art  gone  up  on  high; 

But  Thou  didst  first  come  down, 
Through  earth's  most  bitter  misery 

To  pass  unto  Thy  crown; 


Emma  Toke,  died  1872. 


And  girt  with  griefs  and  fears 
Our  onward  course  must  be; 

But  only  let  this  path  of  tears 
Lead  us  at  last  to  Thee. 

Thou  art  gone  up  on  high; 

But  Thou  shalt  come  again, 
With  all  the  bright  ones  of  the  sky 

Attendant  in  Thy  train. 
Lord,  by  Thy  saving  power, 

So  make  us  live  and  die, 
That  we  may  stand  in  that  dread  hour 

At  Thy  right  hand  on  high.     Amen. 


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Come,   Thou  Holy   Spirit,  come; 
And  from  Thy  celestial  home 

Shed  a  ray  of  light  divine; 
Come,  Thou   Father  of  the  poor. 
Come,  Thou  Source  of  all  our  store, 

Come,  within  our  bosoms  shine. 

Thou,   of   Comforters  the  best, 
Thou,     the     soul's     most     welcome 
Guest, 

Sweet    Refreshment  here   below; 
In    our   labor,    rest   most   sweet, 
Grateful  shadow   from   the  heat; 

Solace    in    the   midst   of   woe. 


O    most    Blessed    Light    Divine, 
Shine  within  these  hearts  of  Thine, 

And  our   inmost  being  fill; 
If   Thou   take   Thy  grace   away, 
Nothing  pure  in  man  will  stay. 

All  our  good  is  turned  to  ill. 

Heal    our   wounds;    our   strength    re- 
new; 
On  our  dryness  pour  Thy  dew; 

Wash  the  stains  of  guilt  away: 
Bend  the  stubborn  heart  and  will, 
Melt  the  frozen,  warm  the  chill; 

Guide   the  steps  that  go  astray. 


On  the  faithful,  who  adore 
And  confess  Thee,  evermore 

In    Thy    sevenfold    gifts    descend; 
Give  them  virtue's  sure  reward, 
Give  them  Thy  salvation,  Lord, 

Give  them  joys  that  never  end.     Amen. 


Attributed  to  Innocent  III,  died  1216. 

Translated  by  Rev.  E.  Caswall,  died  if 


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St.  Agnes. 


Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  Doc. 


No.  11 


Shall  we  not  love  thee,  Mother  dear, 
Whom  Jesus  loves  so  well? 

And  to  His  glory,  year  by  year, 
Thy  joy  and  honour  tell? 


O  wondrous  depth  of  Grace  Divine 
That  He  should  bend  so  low; 

And  Mary,  O  what  joy  'twas  thine 
In  His  dear  love  to  know: 


Bound    with    the    curse    of    sin    and 
shame 

We  helpless  sinners  lay, 
Until  in  tender  love  He  came 

To  bear  the  curse  away. 

And    thee    He    chose    from    whom    to 
take 

True  flesh  His  Flesh  to  be; 
In  It  to  suffer  for  our  sake, 

By  It  to  make  us  free. 

Thy  Babe  He  lay  upon  thy  breast, 
To  thee  He  cried  for  food; 

Thy  gentle  nursing  soothed  to  rest 
Th'  Incarnate  Son  of  God. 


Joy  to  be  Mother  of  the  Lord; 

And  thine  the  truer  bliss, 
In  every  thought,  and  deed,  and  word, 

To  be  for  ever  His. 

And  as  He  loves  thee,  Mother  dear, 
We  too  will  love  thee  well, 

And  in  His  Temple,  year  by  year, 
Thy  joy  and  glory  tell. 

Jesu,  the  Virgin's  Holy  Son, 
We  praise  Thee  and  adore, 

Who  art  with  God  the  Father  One 
And  Spirit  evermore.  Amen. 


Sir  H.  W.  Baker,  died  1877. 


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All  shall  call  thee  Blessed- 

Hath  not  God  Almighty 

Age  to  age  shall  tell 

Done  for  thee  great  things? 

God  the  Father's  message 

Making  thee  the  Mother 

Sent  by   Gabriel — 

Of  the  King  of  Kings? 

Graced  by  God  the  Spirit, 

Thou  the  first  to  know  Him 

God  the  Son's  Abode — 

Veiled  in  flesh  and  blood! — 

All  shall  call  thee  Blessed, 

All  shall  call  thee  Blessed, 

Mother  of  our  God. 

Mother  of  our  God. 

Blessed,   for  thou  barest, 

Yet  a  higher  glory, 

Jesus  in  thy  womb: 

Yet  a  fairer  crown, 

Blessed  from  the  manger, 

Shines  for  ever  o'er  thee, 

Onward  to  the  tomb, 

Than  that  sweet  renown; 

And  since  thou  returnedst 

For  thou  wast  obedient 

To  Saint  John's  abode — 

To  the  Heavenly  Word  I 

All  shall  call  thee  Blessed, 

All  shall  call  thee  Blessed, 

Mother  of  our  God. 

Mother  of  our  God. 

Thinking  how  the  glory 

But  Thy  praise,  0  Jesus, 

Of  the  Highest,   sat 

Loftier  songs  employ, 

Overshadowing   Mary, 

Hearts  for   Thee   exulting, 

Our   Magnificat 

Leap  within  for  joy, 

Echoes  her's,   as  meekly 

Joy  that  God  the  Father 

From  her  voice  it  flowed; 

Sent  Thee  from  above, 

All  shall  call  thee  Blessed, 

Joy  for  the  o'ershadowing 

Mother  of  our  God. 

Of  the  Spirit's  Love.       Amen. 

Unknown  Author. 

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Virgin-born,  we  bow  before  Thee, 
Blessed  was  the  womb  that  bore  Thee; 
Mary,  Maid  and  Mother  mild, 
Blessed  was  she  in  her  Child. 

Blessed  was  the  breast  that  fed  Thee, 
Blessed  was  the  hand  that  led  Thee, 
Blessed  was  the  parent's  eye 
Watching  o'er  Thy  infancy. 

Blessed  she,  by  all  creation, 

Who  brought  forth  the  world's  Salvation; 

Blessed  they  who  tread  the  road 

Which  the  Saviour's  Mother  trod. 

Virgin-born,  we  bow  before  Thee, 
Blessed  was  the  womb  that  bore  Thee; 
Mary,  Maid  and  Mother  mild, 
Blessed  was  she  in  her  Child.     Amen. 


Bishop  R.  Heber,  died  1826. 


Annue  Christe. 


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0  Christ,  Thou  Lord  of  worlds! 

Thine  ear  to  hear  us  bow, 
On  this  the  festival 

Of  Thine  Apostle  now; 
That  all  the  weary  load 

Of  many  a  foul  offence 
May,  as  we  sing  his  praise, 

Be  lost  in  penitence. 

Redeemer!  save  Thy  work, 
Thy  noble  work  of  grace, 

Sealed  with  the  holy  light 
That  beameth  from  Thy  face; 

Nor  suffer  them  to  fall 
To  Satan's  wiles  a  prey, 
For  whom  Thou  didst  on  earth 
Death's   costly    ransom    pay. 


By  sin's  captivity: 
Forgive  each   p-uilty  soul. 

And  set  the  bondmen  free; 
And    those    Thou    hast   redeemed 

With  Thine  own   precious  blood, 
Grant  to  rejoice  with   Thee, 

Thou   Monarch   kind  and   good. 

O  Jesu,  Saviour  blest, 

And  gracious  Lord,  to  Thee 
All  glory,  virtue,   power, 

And   laud  and  empire  be: 
The  Father  with  like  praise, 

And  Spirit  we  adore; 
With   whom   Thou  reignest  God, 

For  ages  evermore.       Amen. 


Unknown  Author,  found  in  three  MSS.  of  the  nth  Century. 
Translated  by  Dr.  N'eale,  died  1866. 


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Captains  of  the  saintly  band, 
Lights  who  lighten   every  land, 
Princes  who  with  Jesus  dwell, 
Judges  of  His  Israel. 


On  the  nations  sunk  in  night 
Ye  have  shed  the  Gospe 
Sin  and  error  flee  away, 


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Ye  have  shed  the  Gospel  light; 

Truth  is  shinine  on  our  way. 

Not  by  warrior's  spear  and  sword, 
Not  by  the  art  of  human  word, 
Preaching  but  the   v^ross  of  shame 
Rebel  hearts  for  Christ  ye  tame. 

Earth,  that  long  in  sin  and  pain 
Groaned  in   Satan's  deadly  chain, 
Now  to  serve  its  God  is  free 
In  the  law  of  liberty. 

Distant  lands  with   one   acclaim 
Tell  the  honor  of  your  name, 
Who,   wherever  man  has  trod, 
Teach  the  mysteries  of  God. 

Glory  to  the  Three  in  One 

While    eternal    ages    run, 

Who  from   deepest  shades  of  night 

Called  us  to  His  glorious  light.   Amen. 


Jean  Baptiste  de  Santeuil,  died  1697. 

Translated  by  Sir  H.  W.  Baker,  died  1877. 


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Belmont. 


S.  Webbe. 


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No.  16 

Behold  the  messengers  of  Christ, 

Who  bear  to  every  place 
The  unveiled  mysteries  of  God, 

The  Gospel  of  His  grace. 

The  things,  thro'  mists  and  shadows  dim 

By  holy  prophets  seen, 
In  the  full  light  of  day  they  saw 

With  not  a  cloud  between 

What   Christ,   True   Man,    divinely   wrought, 

What  God  in  Manhood  bore, 
They  wrote,  as  God  inspired,  in  words 

That  live  for  evermore. 

Although  in  space  and  time  apart, 

One  Spirit  ruled  them  all: 
And  in  their  sacred  pages  still 

We  hear  that  Spirit's  call. 

To  God,  the  Blessed  Three  in   One, 

Be  glory,  praise,  and  might, 
Who  called  us  from  the  shades  of  death 

To   His  own   glorious   light.     Amen. 


Jean  Baptiste  de  Santeuil,  died  1697. 

Translated  by  Compilers  of  Hymns  Ancient  and  Modern. 


St.  Cassimer. 


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No.  17 

Blessed  feats  of  blessed  martyrs, 

Holy  days  of  holy  men, 
With  affection's  recollections 

Greet  we  your  return  again. 

Worthy    deeds    they    wrought    and    wonders, 
Worthy  of  the  Name  they  bore; 

We  with  meetest  praise  and  sweetest, 
Honor  them  for  evermore. 

Faith  prevailing,  hope  unfailing, 
Jesus  loved  with  single  heart — 

Thus  they  glorious  and  victorious 
Bravely  bore  the  Martyr's  part. 

Racked  with  torture,  haled  to  slaughter, 
Fire,  and  axe,  and  murderous  sword, 

Chains  and  prison,  foes'  derision 
They  endured  for  Christ  the  Lord. 

So  they  passed  through  pain  and  sorrow, 
Till  they  sank  in  death  to  rest; 

Earth's  rejected,  God's  elected, 
Gained  a  portion  with  the  blest. 

By  contempt  of  worldly  pleasures, 

And  by  deeds  of  valor  done, 
They  have  reached  the  land  of  Angels, 

And  with  them  are  knit  in  one. 

Made  co-heirs  with  Christ  in  glory 
His  celestial  bliss  they  share: 

May  they  now  before  Him  bending 
Help  us  onward  by  their  prayer; 

That,  this  weary  life  completed, 

And  its  fleeting  trials  past, 
We  may  win  eternal  glory 

In  our  Father's  home  at  last.     Amen. 

13th  Century-  MS.    Translated  by  Dr.  Neale,  died  1866. 


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The  Son  of  God  goes  forth  to  war, 

A  kingly  crown  to  gain; 
His  blood-red  banner  streams  afar, 

Who  follows  in  His  train? 

Who  best  can  drink  his  cup  of  woe, 

Triumphant  over  pain; 
Who  patient  bears  his  cross  below, 

He  follows  in  His  train. 

The  martyr  first,  whose  eagle  eye 

Could  pierce  beyond  the  grave; 
Who  saw  his  Master  in  the  sky, 

And  called  on  Him  to  save. 

Like  Him,  with  pardon  on  his  tongue, 

In  midst  of  mortal  pain, 
He  prayed  for  them  that  did  the  wrong, 

Who  follows  in  his  train? 

A  glorious  band,  the  chosen  few, 

On  whom  the  Spirit  came; 
Twelve  valiant  saints,  their  hope  they  knew, 

And  mocked  the  cross  and  flame. 

They  met  the  tyrant's  brandished  steel, 

The  lion's  gory  mane; 
They  bowed  their  necks  the  death  to  feel, 

Who  follows  in  their  train? 

A  noble  army,  men  and  boys, 

The  matron  and  the  maid; 
Around  the  Saviour's  throne  rejoice, 

In  robes  of  light  arrayed. 

They  climbed  the  steep  ascent  of  heaven 

Through   peril,   toil   and   pain; 
O  God,  to  us  may  grace  be  given 

To  follow  in  their  train.     Amen. 


Bishop  Heber,  died  1826. 


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Hark!     the   sound   of   holy  voices, 

Marching     with     Thy     Cross,     their 

Chanting  at  the  crystal  sea, 

banner, 

Alleluia.   Alleluia, 

They  have  triumphed,   following 

Alleluia,  Lord  to  Thee; 

Thee,   the   Captain  of  salvation, 

Multitude    which   none   can    number, 

Thee,     their     Saviour     and     their 

Like    the   stars   in    glory  stands, 

King. 

Clothed  in   white  apparel,   holding 

Gladly,    Lord,    with    Thee    they    suf- 

Palms   of    victory   in    their    hands. 

fered; 

Gladly,     Lord,     with     Thee     they 

Patriarch,  and  holy  Prophet, 

died; 

Who  prepared  the  way  of  Christ, 

And   by   death   to   life  immortal 

King,  Apostle,   Saint,  Confessor, 

They  were  born   and  glorified. 

Martyr,  and  Evangelist: 

Saintly    Maiden,    godly    Matron, 

Widows     who     have     watched     to 

Xow   they   reign    in   heavenly   glory, 

prayer, 

Now  they  walk  in   golden  light, 

Joined   in    holy  concert,   singing 

Xow  they  drink,  as  from  a  river, 

To    the    Lord    of   all,    are   there. 

Holy  bliss  and  infinite; 

Love  and  peace  they  taste  for  ever, 

They    have    come    from    tribulation, 

And   all   truth   and   knowledge  see 

And    have    washed    their    robes    in 

In  the  Beatific   Vision 

blood, 

Of  the   Blessed   Trinity. 

Washed     them     in     the     Blood     of 

Jesus; 

Tried    they    were    and    firm    they 

God   of   God,   the   One-begotten, 

stood; 

Light   of    Light,    Emmanuel. 

Mocked,     imprisoned,     stoned,     tor- 

In  Whose   Body  joined   together 

mented, 

All  the  saints  for  ever  dwell, 

Sawn    asunder,    slain    with    sword, 

Pour   upon    us   of   Thy    fulness, 

They     have     conquered     death     and 

That    we    may    for    evermore 

Satan 

God   the   Father,    God   the    Son,    and 

By  the  might  of  Christ  the  Lord. 

God  the  Holy  Ghost  adore.     Amen. 

Bishop  C.  Wordsworth,  died    1885. 

St.  Peters. 


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Jerusalem!    my   happy  home! 

When  shall  I  come  to  thee? 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end? 

Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see? 

O  happy  harbor  of  the  Saints, 
O  sweet  and  pleasant  soil, 

In  thee  no  sorrow  may  be  found, 
No  grief,  no  care,  no  toil! 

Jerusalem!     Jerusalem! 

God  grant  I   once  may  see 
Thy  endless  joys,  and  of  the  same 

Partaker  aye  to  be! 

Thy  walls  are  made  of   precious   stones, 
Thy  bulwarks  diamonds  square, 

Thy  gates  are  of  right  orient  pearl, 
Exceeding  rich  and  rare. 

Thy  turrets  and  thv  pinnacles 

With  carbuncles  do  shine; 
Thy  very  streets  are  paved  with  gold, 

Surpassing  clear  and  fine. 


There    David    stands,    with     harp    in 
hands, 
As  master  of  the  choir; 
Ten    thousand    times    that    man    were 
blest 
That  might  this  music  hear! 

Our   Lady  sings  Magnificat 
With    tones  surpassing  sweet, 

And  all  the  Virgins  bear  their  part, 
Sitting  about  her   feet. 

Tc  Deum  doth  Saint  Ambrose  sing, 
Saint  Austin  doth  the  like; 

Old  Simeon  and  Zachary 

Have  not  their  songs  to  seek. 

There  Magdalene  hath  left  her  moan, 

And  cheerfully  doth  sing 
With   blessed  Saints  whose  harmony 

In  every  street  doth  ring. 

Jerusalem!     my  happy  home, 
Would  God  I  were  in  thee; 

Would  God  my  woes  were  at  an  end, 
Thy  joys  that  I  might  see.     Amen. 


Translated  by  Sir  H.  W.  Baker,  died  1877. 


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Dominus  Regit  Me. 


Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  Doc. 


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No.  21 


The  King  of  love  my  Shepherd  is, 
Whose  goodness  faileth  never; 

I  nothing  Jack  if  I  am  His, 
And  He  is  mine  forever. 


Where  streams  of  living  water  flow 
My  ransomed  soul  He  leadeth, 

And,   where  the   verdant   pastures   grow, 
With  food  celestial  feedeth. 


Perverse  and  foolish  oft  I  strayed, 
But  yet  in  love  He  sought  me, 

And  on  His  shoulder  gently  laid, 
And  home,  rejoicing,  brought  me. 

In  death's  dark  vale  I  fear  no  ill 
With  Thee,  dear  Lord,  beside  me; 

Thy  rod  and  staff  my  comfort  still, 
Thy  Cross  before  to  guide  me. 

Thou  spread'st  a  table  in  my  sight; 

Thy  Unction  grace  bestoweth ; 
And  oh,  what  transport  of  delight 

From  Thy  pure  Chalice  flowethl 

And  so  through  all  the  length  of  days, 
Thy  goodness  faileth  never: 

Good  Shepherd,  may  I  sing  Thy  praise 
Within  Thy  house  forever.     Amen. 


Sir  H.  W.  Baker,  died  1877. 


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Those  eternal  bowers 

Man   hath  never  trod, 
Those   unfading   flowers 

Round  the  throne  of  God; 
Who   may  hope  to   gain   them 

After    weary    fight? 
Who  at  length  attain  them, 

Clad  in  robes  of  white? 


He  who   gladly  barters 

All  on  earthly  ground; 
He  who,  like  the  martyrs, 

Says,  "I  will  be  crowned: 
He  whose  one  oblation 

Is   a   life   of   love, 
Knit  in   God's  salvation 

To  the  blest  above. 


He  who  wakes  from  slumber 

At  the   Spirit's   voice, 
Daring  here  to  number 

Things  unseen  his  choice; 
He  who  casts  his  burden 

Down   at  Jesus'   cross; 
Christ's   reproach   his   guerdon, 

All    beside    but    loss. 


Shame    upon    you,    legions 

Of  the  heavenly  King, 
Citizens  of  regions 

Past  imagining! 
What,  with  pipe  and  tabor 

Dream   away  the  light, 
When  He  bids  you  labor, 

When   He  tells  you,   "Fight?' 


Jesus,    Lord   of   Glory, 

As  we  breast  the  tide, 
Whisper  Thou  the  story 

Of  the  other  side; 
Where  the  saints  are  casting 

Crowns  before  Thy  feet, 
Safe   for   everlasting, 

In   Thyself  complete.     Amen. 


S.  John  of  Damascus,  circa  780. 

Translated  by  Dr.  Neale,  died  1*66. 


King's  Teignton. 
In  slow  time. 


Alfred  G.  Mortimer,  D.D. 


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O  Jesu,   Thou   art  standing 

Outside    the    fast-closed    door, 
In    lowly    patience    wailing 

To  pass  the  threshold  o'er: 
Shame    on    us,    Christian    brothers, 

His    Name   and   sign    who   bear: 
Oh,    shame,    thrice    shame    upon    us, 

To    keep    Him    standing    there! 


O  Jesu,  Thou  art  knocking: 

And    lo!     that    hand    is   scarred, 
And   thorns   Thy   brow   encircle, 

And  tears  Thy  face  have  marred: 
O   love   that   passeth   knowledge, 

So   patiently   to    wait! 
O  sin  that  hath  no  equal, 

So  fast  to  bar  the  gatel 


O  Jesu,   Thou   art  pleading 

In    accents    meek    and    low, 
"I    died    for   you,    My   children, 

And    will    ye   treat    Me   so?" 
O    Lord,    with   shame   and   sorrow 

We   open   now   the   door: 
Dear    Saviour,    enter,    enter, 

And  leave  us  nevermore.     Amen. 


Bishop  W.  W.  How,  died  1897. 


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Anon. 


No.  24 

Jesu,  my  Lord,  my  God,  my  all,  Jesu,  what  didst  Thou  find  in  me, 

Hear  me,  blest  Saviour,  when  I  call;  That  Thou  hast  dealt  so  lovingly? 

Hear  me,  and  from  Thy  dwelling-place   How  great  the  joy  that  Thou  hast  brought, 
Pour  down  the  riches  of  Thy  grace;  So  far  exceeding  hope  or  thought; 

Jesu,  my  Lord,  I  Thee  adore,  Jesu,  my  Lord,  I  Thee  adore, 

O  make  me  love  Thee  more  and  more      O  make  me  love  Thee  more  and  more. 

Jesu,  too  late  I  Thee  have  sought,  Jesu,  of  Thee  shall  be  my  song, 

How  can  I  love  Thee  as  I  ought;  To  Thee  my  heart  and  soul  belong; 

And  how  extol  Thy  matchless  fame,  All  that  I  have  or  am  is  Thine, 

The  glorious  beauty  of  Thy  Name?  And  Thou,  blest  Saviour,  Thou  art  mine. 

Jesu,  my  Lord,  I  Thee  adore,  Jesu,  my  Lord,  I  Thee  adore, 

O  make  me  love  Thee  more  and  more      O  make  me  love  Thee  more  and  more. 

Amen. 


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Bt.  Clements. 


Alfred  G.  Mortimer,  D.D. 


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Jesus,  Master,  King  of  Glory. 

Still  to  Thee  we  turn  for  life; 
Conqu'ror  when  the  battle's  sorest, 

O  sustain  us  in  the  strife. 

When  the  world  is  hard  upon  us, 

And  we  flinch  before  its  scorn, 
Let  us  learn  an  earnest  purpose, 

From  Thy  forehead,  pierced  with  thorn. 
Jesus,  Master,  etc. 

When  the  Flesh  is  strong,  and  round  us 

All  its  poisonous  vapors  roll, 
By  Thy  lacerated  Body. 

Dear  Redeemer,  save  the  soul. 

Jesus,  Master,  etc. 

When  the  Fiend  with  subtlest  temptings 

Lures  us  to  our  endless  loss, 
Mighty  Master,  strike  the  strong  one 

With  the  sharpness  of  Thy  cross. 

Jesus,  Master,  etc. 

When  the  last  dark  storm  is  gathering, 
And  our  hearts  are  swept  with  fear, 

By  the  love  of  Thy  dear  Passion, 
Master,  let  us  feel  Thee  near. 

Jesus,  Master,  etc. 

So  when  all  at  last  is  ended, 

And  the  Rest  is  reached  above, 
May  we  swell  Thy  Heart's  rejoicings 

With  the  rapture  of  our  love. 

Jesus,  Master,  etc.     Amen. 


Canon  W.  J.  Knox  Little. 


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No.  26 

I   worship   Thee,   sweet  Will   of   God! 

And  all  Thy  ways  adore, 
And  every  day  I  live  I  seem 

To  love  Thee  more  and  more. 

Thou  wert  the  end,  the  blessed  rule 

Of  Jesus'  toils  and  tears; 
The  passion  of  His  yearning  Heart 

Those  three-and-thirty  years. 

And  He  hath  breathed  into  my  soul 

A  special  love  of  Thee, 
A  love  to  lose  my  will  in  His 

And  by  that  loss  be  free. 

When  obstacles  and  trials  seem 

Like  prison-walls  to  be, 
I  do  the  little  I  can  do, 

And  leave  the  rest  to  Thee. 

I  have  no  cares,  O  blessed  Will! 
For  all  my  cares  are  Thine; 
I  live  in  triumph,   Lord!     for  Thou 
Hast  made  Thy  triumphs  mine. 

Man's  weakness  waiting  upon  God, 

Its  end  can  never  miss, 
For  men  on  earth  no  work  can  do 

More  angel-like  than  this. 

He  always  wins  who  sides  with  God, 

To  him  no  chance  is  lost; 
God's  Will  is  sweetest  to  him  when 

It  triumphs  at  His  cost. 

Ill  that  He  blesses  is  our  good, 

And  unblest  good  is  ill; 
And  all  is  right  that  seems  most  wrong, 

If  it  be  His  sweet  Will!      Amen. 


Rev.  F.  W.  Faber,  D.D.,  died  1863. 


St.  James. 


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Evensong  is  hushed  in  silence, 

And  the  hour  of  rest  is  nigh: 
Strengthen  us  for  work  to-morrow, 

Son  of  Mary,  God  most  High. 
Thou  Who  in  the  village  workshop, 

Fashioning  the  yoke  and  plough, 
Didst  eat  bread  by  daily  labor, 

Succour  them  that  labor  now. 

We  are  weary  of  life-long  toil, 

Of  sorrow,    and   pain,   and   sin; 
But  there  is  a  City  with  streets  of  gold, 

And  all  is  peace  within. 

We  have  sung  the  Psalms  Thou  sangest 

In  thy  Father's  House  of  old, 
When  the  voices  of  the  Levites 

In  a  storm  of  music  roll'd : 
We  have  done  as  Thou  hast  ordered, 

Off'ring  up  the  Bread  and  Wine: 
Words  of  power  are  softly  spoken, 

Jesus  comes  into  His  shrine. 

We  are  weary,  etc. 

How  are  we  to  reach  that  City, 

Whose  delights  no  tongue  may  tell? 
By  the  faith  that  looks  to  Jesus, 

Who  sat  weary  by  the  well: 
Sinful  men  and  sinful  women, 

He  will  wash  our  sins  away; 
He  will  take  us  to  the  Sheepfold, 

Whence  no  sheep  can  ever  stray. 
We  are  weary,  etc. 

There  the  dear  ones  who  have  left  us 

We  shall  some  day  meet  again; 
There  will  be  no  bitter  partings, 

No  more  sorrow,  death  or  pain. 
Evensong  has  closed  in  silence, 

And  the  hour  of  rest  is  nigh: 
Lighten  thcu  our  darkness,  Jesus, 

Son  of  Mary,  God  most  High! 

We  are  weary,  etc.      Amen. 


Rev.  John  Purchas,  died  1872. 


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No.  28 

Hark!    hark,  my  soul!     Angelic  songs  are  swelling 

O'er  earth's  green  fields,  and  ocean's  wave-beat  shore: 

How  sweet  the  truth  those  blessed  strains  are  telling 
Of  that  new  life  when  sin  shall  be  no  more. 


Angels  of  Jesus,  Angels  of  light, 

Singing  to  welcome  the  pilgrims  of  the  night. 

Onward  we  go,  for  still  we  hear  them  singing, 
"Come,  weary  souls,  for  Jesus  bids  you  come:" 

And,  through  the  dark  its  echoes  sweetly  ringing, 
The  music  of  the  Gospel  leads  us  home. 

Angels  of  Jesus,  etc. 

Far,  far  away,  like  bells  at  evening  pealing, 
The  voice  of  Jesus  sounds  o'er  land  and  sea, 

And  laden  souls,  by  thousands  meekly  stealing, 
Kind  Shepherd,  turn  their  weary  steps  to  Thee. 
Angels  of  Jesus,  etc. 

Rest  comes  at  length,  though  life  be  long  and  dreary, 
The  day  must  dawn,  and  darksome  night  be  past; 

Faith's  journey  ends  in  welcome  to  the  weary, 

And  heaven,  the  heart's  true  home,  will  come  at  last. 
Angels  of  Jesus,  etc. 

Angels,  sing  on!    your  faithful  watches  keeping: 
Sing  us  sweet  fragments  of  the  songs  above; 

Till  morning's  joy  shall  end  the  night  of  weeping, 
And  life's  long  shadow  break  in  cloudless  love. 

Angels  of  Jesus,  etc.       Amen. 

Rev.  F.  W.  Faber,  D.D.,  died  1863. 


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Eternal  Father!    strong  to  save, 
Whose   arm   hath   bound  the  restless 

wave, 
Who  bidd'st  the  mighty  ocean   deep 
Its  own  appointed  limits  keep; 

Oh,  hear  us  when  we  cry  to  Thee 
For  those  in  peril  on  the  sea! 


Whose   voice   the   waters 
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O    Christ! 
heard 
And    hushed 
word — 

Who  walk'dst  on  the  foaming  deep, 
And    calm     amidst     its     rage     didst 
sleep; 
Oh,  hear  us  when  we  cry  to  Thee 
For  those  in  peril  on  the  sea! 


Most      Holy      Spirit!       Who      didst 

brood 
Upon  the  chaos  dark  and  rude, 
And  bid  its  angry  tumult  cease, 
And  give,  for  wild  confusion,  peace; 
Oh,  hear  us  when  we  cry  to  Thee 
For  those  in   peril  on  the  sea! 

O   Trinity  of  love  and  power ! 

Our     brethren     shield     in     danger's 

hour; 
From    rock    and    tempest,    fire    and 

foe, 
Protect    them    wheresoe'er    they    go; 
Thus  evermore  shall  rise  to  Thee 
Glad    hymns   of   praise    from    land 
and  sea.      Amen. 


William  Whiting,  died  1878. 


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Safe    home!     Safe    home    in    port! 

Rent  cordage,  shattered  deck, 
Torn  sails,   provisions  short, 
And   only  not  a  wreck: 
But  oh,  the  joy  upon  the  shore, 
To  tell  our  voyage-perils  o'er! 


Xo  more  the  foe  can   harm: 

Xo    more    of    leaguer'd   camp. 
And   cry  of  night  alarm, 
And  need  of  ready  lamp: 
And  yet  how  nearly  had  he  failed. — 
How   nearly  had   that  foe  prevail'd! 


The  prize,   the  prize  secure! 

The  athlete  nearly  fell; 
Bare  all  he  could  endure, 
And  bare  not  always  well: 
But   he  may  smile   at   troubles   gone 
Who  sets  the  victor-garland  on! 


III. 


The   lamb   is   in    the   fold 

In  perfect  safety  penn'd; 
The  lion  once  had  hold, 

And  thought  to  make  an  end. 
But    One    came    by    with    wounded 

Side, 
And    for    the    sheep    the    Shepherd 
died. 

S.  Joseph  the  Hymnographer,  circa  840. 
Translated  by  Dr.  Neale,  died  1866. 


The  exile  is  at  home! — 

Oh,  nights  and  days  of  tears, 
Oh,    longings    not   to    roam, 

Oh,  sins  and  doubts  and  fears, — 
What    matter    now,    when     (so    men 

say) 
The     King    has     wip'd    those     tears 
away  ? 

VI. 

O  happy,  happy  Bride! 

Thy  widow'd   hours   are   past, 
The    Bridegroom    at   thy  side, 
Thou   all   His  own  at  last! 
The  sorrows  of  thy  former  cup 
In  full  fruition  swallow'd  up! 

Amen. 


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We  march,  we  march  to  victory! 

With  the  Cross  of  the  Lord  before  us, 
With   His  loving  eye   looking  down   from  the  sky, 

And  His  holy  arm  spread  o'er  us. 

We  come  in  the  might  of  the   Lord  of  Light, 

In  surpliced  train   to  meet  Him, 
And  we  put  to  flight  the  armies  of  night, 

That  the  sons  of  the  day  may  greet  Him. 
We   march,   we   march,   etc. 

He  marches  in   front  of  His  banner   unfurled, 
Which  He  raised  that  His  own  might  find  Him; 

And  the  Holy  Church  throughout  all  the  world 
Falls  into  rank  behind  Him. 

We   march,    we   march,    etc. 

And  the  choir  of  angels  with  song  awaits 

Our  march  to  the  golden   Sion; 
For  our   Captain  has  broken   the  brazen   gates, 

And  burst  the  bars  of  iron. 

We   march,    we   march,   etc. 

Then  onward  we  march,  our  arms  to  prove, 
With  the  banner  of  Christ  before  us, 

With  His  eye  of  love  looking  down  from  above, 
And  His  holy  arm  spread  o'er  us. 

We  march,  we  march  to  victory! 

With  the  Cross  of  the  Lord  before  us, 
With  His  loving  eye  looking  down  from  the  sky, 

And  His  holy  arm  spread  o'er  us.     Amen. 


Rev.  Gerard  Moultrie,  died  1885. 


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No.  32 


God    the    Father,    God    the    Son, 
God  the   Spirit,   Three  in   One, 
Hear  vis  from  Thy  heavenly  Throne, 
Spare   us,    Holy   Trinity. 


Jesu,   by   the   Mother-Maid 
In  Thy  swaddling-clothes  arrayed, 
And   within   a  manger  laid, 
Hear   us,   Holy  Jesu. 


Jesu.   Saviour   ever   mild, 
Horn    for    us   a    little    Child 
Of  the   Virgin   undefiled, 

Hear   us,   Holy  Jesu. 


Jesu,   at  Whose   Infant   Feet 
Shepherds,  coming  Thee  to  greet. 
Knelt   to   pay   their   worship   meet, 
Hear   us,   Holy  Jesu. 


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No.  32- 

-CONTINUED 

Jesu,   unto  Whom   of  yore 

From  refusing  to  obey, 

Wise  men,  hastening  to  adore, 

From    the   love   of   our    own    way, 

Gold    and   myrrh    and   incense    bore, 

From    forgetfulness   to   pray, 

Hear  us,   Holy  Jesu. 

Save  us,   Holy  Jesu. 

Jesu,  to  Thy  Temple  brought, 

in. 

Whom,   by  Thy  good   Spirit  taught, 

By  Thy   Birth   and  early  years, 

Simeon  and  Anna  sought, 

By    Thine    Infant    wants    and    fears, 

Hear  us,  Holy  Jesu. 

By    Thy    sorrows    and    Thy    tears, 

Jesu,   Who   didst  deign   to   flee 

Save  us,  Holy  Jesu. 

From    King   Herod's  cruelty 

By  Thy  Pattern  bright  and  pure, 

In    Thy   earliest   Infancy, 

By  the  pains  Thou  didst  endure 

Hear  us,   Holy  Jesu. 

Our  salvation  to  procure, 

Save  us,   Holy  Jesu. 

Jesu,  Whom  Thy  Mother  found 

'Midst    the    doctors   sitting   round, 

By  Thy  Wounds  and  thorn-crowned 

Marveling  at  Thy  Words  profound, 

Head, 

Hear  us,   Holy  Jesu. 

By  Thy  Blood  for  sinners  shed, 

By  Thy  Rising  from  the  dead, 

ii. 

Save  us,   Holy  Jesu. 

From  all  pride  and  vain  conceit, 

By  the  Name  we  bow  before, 

From  all   spite  and  angry  heat, 

Human    Name,    which   evermore 

From  all  lying  and  deceit, 

All   the   hosts  of   heaven   adore, 

Save  us,   Holy  Jesu. 

Save  us,   Holy  Jesu. 

From  all  sloth  and  idleness, 

By    Thine    own    unconquered    might, 

From  not  caring  for  distress, 

By  Thy  glory  in  the  height, 

From  all  lust  and  greediness, 

By  Thy  mercies   infinite, 

Save  us,   Holy  Jesu. 

Save  us,   Holy  Jesu.     Amen. 

Committee  of  Clergy. 

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God   the    Father,    God   the    Son, 
God  the    Spirit,   Three   in   One, 
Hear  us  from  Thy  heavenly  Throne, 
Spare  us,   Holy  Trinity. 

Jesu,  Who  for  us  didst  bear 
Scorn   and  sorrow,   toil   and  care, 
Hearken  to  our  lowly  prayer; 
Hear  us,   Holy  Jesu. 


By  that  hour  of  Agony, 
Spent  while  Thine  Apostles  three 
Slumbered  in  Gethsemane, 
Hear  us,   Holy  Jesu. 


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That  the  cup  might  pass  away, 
So  Thou  mightest  still  obey, 
Hear  us,   Holy  Jesu. 


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NO.    33— CONTINUED 

By  the  kiss  of  treachery 

By  Thy  nailing  to  the  Tree, 

To  Thy  foes  betraying  Thee, 

By   the   title   over   Thee, 

By  Thy  harsh  captivity, 

By  the  gloom  of  Calvary, 

Hear  us,  Holy  Jesu. 

Hear  us,  Holy  Jesu. 

By  the  scourging  Thou  hast  borne, 
By  the  purple  robe  of  scorn, 
By  the  reed  and  crown  of  thorn, 
Hear  us,   Holy  Jesu. 

By  the  parting  of  Thy  clothes, 
By  the  mocking  of  Thy  foes, 
As  they  watched  Thy  dying  woes, 
Hear  us,  Holy  Jesu. 

By   Thy   seven   Words   then   said, 

By  the  insult  of  the  Jews, 

By  the  bowing  of  Thy  Head, 

When   Barabbas  they  would  choose, 

By   Thy   numbering   with   the   dead, 

And  did  Thee  their  King  refuse, 

Hear  us,  Holy  Jesu. 

Hear  us,  Holy  Jesu. 

When  temptation   sore  is  rife, 

By  Thy  going  forth  to  die, 

When  we  faint  amidst  the  strife, 

When  they  raised  the  wicked  cry, 

Thou,   Whose   death   hath   been   our 

"Crucify  Him,  crucify!" 

life, 

Hear  us,   Holy  Jesu. 

Save  us,   Holy  Jesu. 

By  the  Cross  which  Thou  didst  bear, 

While  on  stormy  seas  we  toss, 

By  the  cup  they  bade  Thee  share, 

Let  us  count  all  things  as  kbs 

Mingled  gall  and  vinegar, 

But   Thee    only   on    Thy   Cross: 

Hear  us,  Holy  Jesu. 

Save  us,   Holy  Jesu. 

So,    with    hope    in 

Thee   made    fast, 

When   death's  bitterness  is  past 

We  may  see  1  hy 

Face  at  last: 

Save  us,   rioly  Jesu.      Amen. 

Committee  of  Clergy. 

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Litany  of  the  Blessed  Sacrament. 


Alfred  G.  Mortimer,  D.D. 


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God    the    Father,    God   the   Word, 
God   the    Holy   Ghost   adored, 
Blessed  Trinity,  One  Lord: 

Hear   us,   Holy   Trinity. 

God  for  man  Incarnate  made, 
Price   for   our   redemption    paid, 
Lamb  upon  the  Altar  laid; 
Hear  us,   Holv  Jesu. 

Spotless  Victim,  sinless  Priest, 
Thou  the   Giver,   Thou   the   Feast, 
Shared  by   greatest  and   by   least; 
Hear  us,   Holy  Jesu. 


Shadowed  by  the  Offering 
Which    Melchizedec    did   bring, 
Priest  of  God,  and  Salem's  King; 
Hear  us,   Holy  Jesu. 

Rainbow,   pledge   of  mercy   given, 
Manna  that  came  down  from  heaven, 
Rock    for    weary    pilgrims    riven; 
Hear  us,   Holy  Jesu. 

Pillar   of   the   cloud   and  light, 
Guide  by  day,   and   Guard  by  night, 
Presence   veiled    from   human    sight; 
Hear  us,   Holy  Jesu. 


Tree  of  life  in   Paradise, 
Dew    of    blessing    from    the    skies, 
Whence   the   living  waters   rise; 
Hear  us,   Holy  Jesu. 


Shew-bread  in  the  Temple  spread, 
Holy   Offering,    purest    Bread, 
Food  on  which  Thy  priests  are  fed; 
Hear  us,   Holy  Jesu. 


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-CONTINUED 

Ark   of  covenanted   grace, 

By    Tny   pleading   o.i    the   throne 

Glory  of  the  holy  Place, 

Thy    One    Offering    for    Thine   own, 

Radiance  from  the  Father's  face; 

On  tue  heavenly  Altar  shewn; 

Hear  us,  Holy  Jesu. 

Save  us,   Holy  Jesu. 

Cake   that  spreadst   alarm   among 

By  the  Holy  Sacrifice 

All   the   Midianitish  throng, 

Offered    here   in   earthly   guise, 

Bread   that   mak'st   Elijah   strong; 

One  with  That  above  the  skies; 

Hear  us,   Holy  Jesu. 

Save  us,   Holy  Jesu. 

Thou  in  sacred  type  the  Meal 

Sin's  dread  poison   brought  to   heal, 

in. 

Thou  redemption's  Pledge  and  Seal; 

That  Thou  wouldst  supply  our  need, 

Hear  us,  Holy  Jesu. 

When   with    Prayer    and    Praise   and 

Paschal   Lamb,   on   that   last  night 

Creed 

Offered  in  the  newer  rite, 

Thy  great  sacrifice   we  plead, 

As  the  law  passed  out  of  sight; 

Hear  us,   we  beseech   Thee. 

Hear  us.  Holy  Jesu. 

Be  Thou   with  us  in   Thy  might, 

ii. 

When   before  our  dying  sight 

Worlds     unknown     come     forth     to 

From  all   unbelief  in   Thee, 

light; 

Hear  us,  we  beseech  Thee. 

Who  dost  deign  our  Food  to  be 

In  this  wondrous  Mystery; 

Save  us,   Holv  Jesu. 

Feed  us  in  that  last  dread  hour. 

From  contempt  and  proud  offence. 

Stay  our  weakness  with  Thy  power, 

Judging  God  by  human  sense, 

Make  the  evil  tempter  cower; 

From    all    cold    indifference; 

Hear  us,   we   oeseech   Thee. 

Save   us,   Holy  Jesu. 

Bid    the   mortal    struggle   cease, 

From    a   careless    drawing   near, 

Give   our  spirits  safe   release, 

Unrestrained   by   love   and   fear, 

So  shall  we  depart  in   peace; 

To   Thy   Presence  veiled  here; 

Hear  us,  we  beseech   Thee. 

Save  us,   Holy  Jesu. 

From   a   heart   which,    fed   by   Thee, 

Lamb   of   God,    we    worship   Thee, 

Takes  Thy   Gift  unheedingly, 

Who  from  sin  hath  set  us  free; 

Leaves    \aj    Board    unthankfully; 

Thine  all  praise  and  glory  be; 

Save  us,   Holy  Jesu. 

Hear  us,  we  beseech  Thee. 

Amen. 

Committee  of  Clergy. 

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NUMBER  PAGE 

The   Order   for    Evening   Prayer 3-10 

1  While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by  night 14 

2  Hark!     the  herald-angels  sing 15 

3  See  amid  the  winter's  snow 17 

4  Glory   to   Thee,    O   Lord 18 

5  The  ancient  law  departs 19 

6  Jesu,   Name  all  names  above 21 

7  Lo,   the   pilgrim    Magi 23 

8  The  strife  is  o'er,  the  battle  done 24 

9  Thou  art  gone  up  on  high 25 

10  Come,   Thou   Holy   Spirit,   come 26 

1 1  Shall  we  not  love  thee,  Mother  dear 27 

ij     All  shall   call   thee   Blessed 29 

13  Virgin-born,  we  bow  before  Thee 30 

1 4  O  Christ,  Thou  Lord  of  worlds ! 31 

1 5  Captains   of  the   saintly   band 32 

16  Behold  the  messengers  of  Christ 33 

17.      Blessed    feasts   of   blessed    martyrs 35 

18  The  Son  of  God  goes  forth  to  war t>7 

19  Hark!    the  sound  of  holy  voices 39 

20  Jerusalem  !     my   happy   home ! 40 

21  The  King  of  love  my  Shepherd  is 41 

22  Those    eternal    bowers 43 

23  O  Jesu,   Thou  art  standing 44 

24  Jesu,  my  Lord,  my  God,  my  all 45 

25  Jesus,  Master,  King  of  Glory 47 

26  I  worship  Thee,  sweet  Will  of  God! 49 

27  Evensong  is  hushed  in  silence 51 

_'8     Hark!    hark,  my  soul!     Angelic  songs  are  swelling 53 

29  Eternal   Father !    strong  to  save 54 

30  Safe   home!      Safe   home   in    port! 55 

31  We  march,   we  march   to   victory! 57 

2,2     Litany  of  the   Holy   Childhood 58 

2>z     Litany    of    the    Passion 60 

34     Litany  of  the  Blessed  Sacrament 62 

The  tunes  to  Hymns 

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